currently thinking about guys who need to feel full—large cocks up their cunt and ass, cute bulges above their navel from how well they're filled up. i wanna have a guy in my lap all nice n' full, my cock throbbing where it's buried deep in his cunt as a thick dildo is stretching out his ass.
he wouldn't even ask me to move; instead, he'll be sitting comfy but throbbing, his own cock achey, over my thighs. he'd be leaking all over both our laps, a sticky-wet mess, yet he'd just be sweetly dozing, mind muddled and swaddled in soft cotton. i can nudge him or kiss his forehead, and he'll only reply with a lil' mumble or quiet moan.
"comfy?" i could ask, but i'll already know the answer. he'd be dozing, for chrissake—who could doze if they weren't comfy? i digress; rather, maybe i'd ask if he wants to cum. except he won't reply because his ears are overflowing with the cotton in his pretty mind, so that's out of the question.
i think, then, that maybe it'd be best to be quiet. quiet as the guy on my lap is filled to the brim and contentedly murmuring little nothings into my neck; quiet as he is, all full and content.